The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Two

DOMONIC

Gabriel’s eyes are locked on my blade as I begin to cut unceremoniously into his wrist. “Jesus! Fuck!” He screams. “That thing will never make the cut properly!”

“I can always use my teeth again, I promise, flashing my fangs. “Relax, ahe. Cadence will be bringing a scalpel. I’m only cutting into you for my own selfish pleasure. I like it when you scream.” I say coldly.”

“I don’t Paul,” snaps. “He’s worse than a female birthing a pup. Silence him! Once and for all.”

James chuckles, tossing Gabriel’s severed hand in the air over and over as if it’s a baseball. The skin on this thing is turning gray. Better hurry Gabe. Tell my Alpha what he wants to know, before we have to bury the hand without its master.”

“Fine! But please stop with the slicing, Gabriel pants, his eyes wilding when 1 drag the serrated edge along his newly formed flesh. “Arizonal They went to Arizona. Near the Grand Canyon! We have a compound there that’s built into the mountain. It’s where we’ve been keeping the females.”

“Keeping the females?” I hiss, my mind winding back to the conversation I had with Alpha Michael, earlier in the day.

Our females went missing.”

You have the Timber Wolf females, don’t you?”

Gabriel nods, his eyes falling closed as I place the blade on the table and take a seat across from him. “We do. They all were born of shifter blood. In theory, each of them potentially has the physical capacity to be marked and mated.”

What the fuck are the three

mine, and despite his present situation, they fill with arrogant disdain. “I knew you weren’t the brightest, Domonic, but even you should see the potential in a controlled breeding environment

scowls, sending a free flying punch into Gabriel’s jaw for

him. Ever since I was ten years old I caught him tying up a few of the human girls in Port Orchard. I told my dad about it back then and all he did at the time was release the females and forbid Gabriel from leaving pack grounds for the month. I knew this fucker had the potential for sadism. It’s in the dark of his eyes. In the way he looks at anyone and everything as if they’re beneath him. He’s a born fucking weirdo and he should’ve been banished the moment he started showing signs of madness. He’s like his father was. A vagabond.

of them,” Gabriel sputters, wincing at the phantom pain in his wrist. “Only the ones that are strong enough to receive an

venom.” My eyes light with angry fire as 1 realize he is trying to twist the beauty of the mate bond into Something that will only serve the males of a pack. “Draven’s not of shifter blood. Why in

has your blood pumping in her veins right at this moment. She’s literally carrying the missing piece of the puzzle that I’ve been working tirelessly to create every night since I gained access to the

are you

your baby, I can create a serum that will allow the impregnating ofany

species the

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my gut. “And how the fuck do you plan to access

hurry

DRAVEN

pulsating pain that rage through my blood like a churning river. I’m hot, feverish, and I can’t open my eyes. The blackness of my eyelids is all that I can see and try as I might, I cannot get them to open. My lips are split, parched. My tongue is like a useless hit of sandpaper taking

rock. The rusted copper of its surface tingles my nose making me want to retch. I can feel the tremors of earth beneath the scrape of wheels in desperate need of a good olling and I want to roll over onto the ground, but I can’t. Because I don’t have use of limbs. The air around me is warm for winter, but cool against the scarlet flaming of my

I’m in a swamp, searching for answers of who I am and what I’m doing here. How did I get here? What is my

my

edge of the ever

is, fog. My mind is clouded and I need a full breath of air to

to take one.